[Heather B]
Ah, ahhh, huh..
Ain't no shorts gon' be taken, word up
[Chorus x2: Heather B]
If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd know - I ain't goin out
If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd know - I ain't goin out
[Heather B]
"I'm Every Woman," like Whitney, and Chaka
I sparks the green lye, the choc' thai, that good ganja
I stay mad bent, twisted up like a pretzel
Rainin on hoes in weak shows like Tempest Bledsoe
My head so heavy, heavy-headed, heavy-handed
It be these wild n***** that I roll and stand with
I be rhymin 'til dusk, bout trials and triumph
My grill be like what? n***** know, I don't give a f***
I stay in touch with the streets, the corners
Employed by the people, start slackin, a goner
You wanna know why I keep it real, cause it's easy
f*** the fancy s***, it's the simple things that please me
I sports fat gear, along with no name s***
As long as I got me some cash, I don't care who name on my hip
I'm doin s*** for noventa-seis
That's nine-six in Spanish, why don't your wack a** vanish
[Chorus]
[Heather B]
Demolition done, competition none
Reputation unsung strong long ground what
I got verbals, got herbals, and antihistamines
I'm herbally and verbally distributin you listenin
It's more to it, than a Lex and duplex
Don't sell s** or 'mote s** sells, I got more respect
Dressed in jeans, Gortex and striped rugbies
with the strength of fifty-four n*****, word, that love me
Hoes ain't ready for the s*** I got
And when I finally rock they'll see I turned it up a notch
No more comin, but yo' crack is wide open
or try to be hardcore, claimin, you totin
I hope that you be hopin, when I'm rhymin, I'm jokin
My tech', is more complex than weed smokin
Senile, it's time that I get more agile
Style versatile, f*** doin a minute, in the penile
Attitude hostile, intelligently hostile
Not just the rhymes but my frame of mind will drop you
[Chorus]
[Heather B]
To all the doubters, givin they opinion
My rhyme style winnin so I'll just keep spittin
Yeah, I'm just nasty like that and I don't give a f*** no more
f*** that herb and his w****, cause yo
in my last game of freestylin I dropped fifty
They did me none, mad jump shots and add ones
And then the tech', for bringin b****** down by they neck
Yo stop it, now there's no need to get wrecked
You play wild, but my style was flagrant and it's foul
I'll have you wipin s*** wit'cho white towel
I crashed yo' bust cause you don't think when you shoot
that made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alley-oop
OOH! Heather B, y'all ain't know I get up
Plus I make my lay-ups, so all you heffers shut the f*** UP
A team player, strategy the full court press up
Fat jersey and a baggy short Guess
Yeah, I even spotted 'em ten and did damage
Let them pick the refs plus they had home court advantage
But even then, I'm not one to underestimate
So the whole forty-eight I banged out in the paint
And when it all, was put on the line
Tied score, second left in double overtime
These b****** went and fouled me, they must not know
that in the clutch, Heather B was gon' sink both free throws
[Chorus]
Ah, ahhh, huh..
Ain't no shorts gon' be taken, word up
[Chorus x2: Heather B]
If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd know - I ain't goin out
If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd know - I ain't goin out
[Heather B]
"I'm Every Woman," like Whitney, and Chaka
I sparks the green lye, the choc' thai, that good ganja
I stay mad bent, twisted up like a pretzel
Rainin on hoes in weak shows like Tempest Bledsoe
My head so heavy, heavy-headed, heavy-handed
It be these wild n***** that I roll and stand with
I be rhymin 'til dusk, bout trials and triumph
My grill be like what? n***** know, I don't give a f***
I stay in touch with the streets, the corners
Employed by the people, start slackin, a goner
You wanna know why I keep it real, cause it's easy
f*** the fancy s***, it's the simple things that please me
I sports fat gear, along with no name s***
As long as I got me some cash, I don't care who name on my hip
I'm doin s*** for noventa-seis
That's nine-six in Spanish, why don't your wack a** vanish
[Chorus]
[Heather B]
Demolition done, competition none
Reputation unsung strong long ground what
I got verbals, got herbals, and antihistamines
I'm herbally and verbally distributin you listenin
It's more to it, than a Lex and duplex
Don't sell s** or 'mote s** sells, I got more respect
Dressed in jeans, Gortex and striped rugbies
with the strength of fifty-four n*****, word, that love me
Hoes ain't ready for the s*** I got
And when I finally rock they'll see I turned it up a notch
No more comin, but yo' crack is wide open
or try to be hardcore, claimin, you totin
I hope that you be hopin, when I'm rhymin, I'm jokin
My tech', is more complex than weed smokin
Senile, it's time that I get more agile
Style versatile, f*** doin a minute, in the penile
Attitude hostile, intelligently hostile
Not just the rhymes but my frame of mind will drop you
[Chorus]
[Heather B]
To all the doubters, givin they opinion
My rhyme style winnin so I'll just keep spittin
Yeah, I'm just nasty like that and I don't give a f*** no more
f*** that herb and his w****, cause yo
in my last game of freestylin I dropped fifty
They did me none, mad jump shots and add ones
And then the tech', for bringin b****** down by they neck
Yo stop it, now there's no need to get wrecked
You play wild, but my style was flagrant and it's foul
I'll have you wipin s*** wit'cho white towel
I crashed yo' bust cause you don't think when you shoot
that made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alley-oop
OOH! Heather B, y'all ain't know I get up
Plus I make my lay-ups, so all you heffers shut the f*** UP
A team player, strategy the full court press up
Fat jersey and a baggy short Guess
Yeah, I even spotted 'em ten and did damage
Let them pick the refs plus they had home court advantage
But even then, I'm not one to underestimate
So the whole forty-eight I banged out in the paint
And when it all, was put on the line
Tied score, second left in double overtime
These b****** went and fouled me, they must not know
that in the clutch, Heather B was gon' sink both free throws
[Chorus]